I returned from SAMLA late last night after a two-hour delay put me in the Atlanta airport around 11:30 PM. The flight up to Roanoake was also delayed two hours, so by the end of the weekend, I was starting to feel like that character from that Tom Hanks movie I’ll likely never see. I’ve spent so much time on the road lately that it actually took me a few minutes to realize that I was in my own bed this morning when I woke up.

The conference went pretty well in that I met several cool people and became re-acquainted with several others, including one person I met at a conference in Irvine something like seven years ago. I’ll also be chairing SAMLA’s film panel next year when the conference is in Atlanta, so that should be a lot of fun. I’m off to a meeting, so I’ll give a fuller scoop on the conference later.

You know, that sounds about right. I’m surprised they’re not playing the recent films that romanticize air travel (“Catch Me if You Can,” yet another Spielberg-Hanks collaboration would work, and so would that Gwyneth Paltrow romantic comedy).

At least I had a really entertaining seatmate on the flight up and SAMLA friends to commiserate (and carpool) with in the Roanoake airport on the way home.